My phone rings on a Sunday morning. I am at the farmers market. It’s November; there are tables covered with apples in various shades of red. The sky is clear and the air is cool and bites when the wind blows. The surrounding trees have lost many of their leaves. A baby is nestled in a cotton sling which suspends from my shoulders. The baby has fuzzy brown hair and over-sized blue eyes. Walking every which way are people. The people are mostly strangers. My phone rings and I say hello, then listen to the voice on the other end. I drop to my knees. Legs, after all, cannot be expected to bear the weight of a message like that. I ask if I can come see him, but his body has already been taken away.

Justin loved the sun and the water. He liked the taste of cantaloupe, and to catch fish from a boat. He didn't much like winter.